With the shell of my family room complete, it was time to unpack all the boxes I'd brought down from Oregon a couple of months ago, the same boxes I'd brought in from the rain a few days ago. Most of them were filled with books, but there were a few whose contents were a mystery to me. I was in a hurry when I packed, so I didn't label every box specifically. The only hint was the word "fragile' scribbled in my own writing.

I'd made it my mission to 'cull and purge' for at least a year before we moved here. These few boxes contained what I must have deemed worthy of a place in my new house. However, after dealing with so much excess, I had a hard time imagining there could be anything I'd want.

What can I say, in spite of my goal to live a less cluttered life, I couldn't help but feel little surges of elation as I unwrapped some of my forgotten treasures. If you could see some of it, I'm sure you'd be exclaiming WHY! I mean, who really needs a bunny teapot with baby bunny cups?

Well, I am a grandma now. She's only 8 mos old but eventually she'll be four or five and may want to have a "Bunny Tea Party" with her grandmother. And if we do, we'll need a cake stand, cuz cakes look so spiffy on cake stands you know. And maybe the little carrot pitcher will come in handy too... along with the wee squirrel figurines. You never know....

OK, maybe I'm just hopeless.